Vanita
Colorado - 1992

Vanita is a friend of our friend, Peggie. I do not know her very well, although we have had a few opportunities to talk, I have done some energy work on her knee for the swelling she had. Vanita was in her late 20's at the time this occurred, and married with 2 children.

One day I came by to visit Peggie, and Vanita was there. She had a piece of paper in front of her on which she was drawing a farm house with some trees around it. I didn't pay much attention to it at first, until she mentioned that she could not stop drawing this house, and that she was sure she had never lived there. I glanced over her shoulder and the drawing looked vaguely familiar to me. A thought came to me and I started to ask her to place certain items in the picture. "Where is the Kitchen? Where is the bread box?

Where are the stairs located at," I asked her all of these questions and more. Vanita was on a roll. She knew without hesitations where everything was located.

I was now having goose bumps all over my body, and I then asked her to show me where the crabapple trees were. "Oh, the crabapples trees are over here, do you remember when we used to have those apple fights," she said? All of a sudden she was silent and whispered, "I remember doing that, and this house, but I know that it wasn't in this life."

It may not have been in hers, but it was in mine. I started to shake and broke into a sweat. I recognized Vanita as my Aunt Arleen, who died when I was a young boy in Pennsylvania.

Vanita knew this was true also, and this was more then a little spooky to her.

My Aunt Arleen had been very kind to me in a childhood that knew little kindness. I was raised by different people while I was growing up and abused pretty bad by them all, except Arleen. When I looked at Vanita, I saw Arleen. I told Vanita that I wanted to speak to her soul, the part that is still Arleen, and thank her for the kindness she showed me and that I was grateful for it. I did talk to Arleen, and it was an experience that is still is very personal one.

Soon after this happened, I was driving somewhere with Vanita and Carol when we were talking about my problem with claustrophobia. I have been working on this all my life, and although it had gotten better, I could not access the cause. She looked at me and said, "It is from the time when your cousins caved the smokehouse in on you." There it was! That was the memory I had forgotten! Vanita said she did know how she knew, but that it was in her memory.

I am still grateful for the insight that came via Vanita and the opportunity to finish up with my past. I haven't seen her in 6 years, and I hope she is doing fine.

 
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